I have a long history with beets. Well, I like them. My coniving sister would tell me back when I was cooking family holiday meals that my mother hated beets---actually it was my sister who hated beets, not Mom so I'd put them on the table just to spite her. But I always had this thing in my head that some people just refuse to like beets unless they come from some Eastern European background. Once on a Chicago visit, I cooked for friends in return for a guest room, I prepared dinner. I had the beet idea in my head but there was that lingering doubt. But my friend Erich said, "I love beets" so here's what we did.

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